Bob Dylan - Love Henry
"Get down, get down Love Henry," she cried"And stay all night with meI have gold chains, and the finest I haveI'll apply them all to thee.""I can't get down and I shan't get downOr stay all night with theeSome pretty little girl in CornersvilleI love far better than thee."He layed his head on a pillow of downKisses she gave him threeWith a penny knife that she held in her handShe murdered mortal he."Get well, get well Love Henry," she cried"Get well, get well," said she"Oh don't you see my own heart's bloodCome flowin' down so free ?"She took him by his long yellow hairAnd also by his feetShe plunged him into well water, whereIt runs both cold and deep."Lie there, lie there, Love Henry," she cried"'Til the flesh rots off your bonesSome pretty little girl in CornersvilleWill mourn for your return.""Hush up, hush up, my parrot," she cried"Don't tell no news on meOr these costly beads around my neckI'll apply them all to thee.""Fly down, fly down pretty bird," she cried"And light on my right kneeThe doors to your cage shall be decked with goldAnd hung on a willow tree.""I won't fly down, I can't fly downAnd light on your right kneeA girl who would murder her own true loveWould kill a little bird like me."